“What are we looking for, exactly?” Adam wanted to know.
Court had his hands cupped against the tinted window of an RV’s rear door. Even with his eyes shielded from the sunlight, he still couldn’t see much inside, but a faint sickly-sweet smell wafted up from where the door met the jamb, and he didn’t relish the thought of going inside if all he would find were dead, desiccated bodies ripening in the last of the summer sun. Taking a step back, he kicked the door, which jiggled in its frame. “s**t, I don’t know,” he muttered. “What are we even doing this for, anyway?”
“We’re so close,” Adam moaned. “Do you think if we fill up the bikes, we can get there by evening?”
“Where?” Court trailed around the side of the RV, gaze glued to the ground, but when he didn’t see anything that looked lik
